2007-07-05

Like begets like

Some of you may remember me talking about my grandfather when I told a story for the third time or so. The reason is that he repeated the story of the night he got diverticulitis from the time it happened to the end of his life. Ten years ago, I could have told you the story verbatim. I poked fun at my own redundancy by saying, "Lemme tell you about my grandpa's diverticulitis...."

So tonight I was talking to my dad, and I came to a frightening realization: My father has become my grandfather.

Dad lives in Texas with his wife, and it has been raining a lot down there. Every phone conversation we have had since April has involved something to the effect of, "Man, it has been raining so much."

A couple weeks ago, the deluge somehow caused a large tree branch to fall in their driveway, and they couldn't get their cars around it. "Joan had to take a taxi to work that day," he said. He recounted that story at least twice in subsequent conversations.

During tonight's chat, this is what he said: "Man, it has been raining so damn much down here. [stories about picnic tables underwater and lakes closed to boats] Did I mention that tree branch that fell in our driveway? [me: yeah, crazy.] Yeah, Joan had to take a taxi to work that day."

I believe I have made my point.

PS - I've noticed that no one has signed my guestbook since my then fiance signed it over a year ago. It is okay to sign my guestbook after my husband. He won't mind a bit. He may even sign it again. So do feel free to sign the guestbook even if there's an "I love you" there.

susabeth at 10:14 p.m.

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